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I’m only listing books have actually read all the way through to the end. Listed in alphabetical order.
1. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou: Affectation and self-indulgence.
2. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich: This is what happens when journalist knows she right from the beginning and crows about how she successfully set herself up to fail after she is done.
3. Forever Will You Suffer by Gary Frank: Too many supernatural ingredients and you can almost hear the book begging, “Please, please, please make me into a movie.”
4. The Wolves of Culla by Stephen King: This is what happens when an author gets hit over the head with the retarded stick and is allowed to publish the results.
5. The Wyrm by Stephen Laws: A modern use of deus ex machina.
6. Manitou Blood by Graham Masterton: A stunning example of sequel suckage.
7. Queen of the Damned by Ann Rice: I so sick of super sexy vampires.
8. Harry Potter and Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling: The Emperor has no clothes: Dull, dull, dull.
9. Color Purple by Alice Walker: College professors in the early ‘80s discovered substitutes for dead white men, but early adapters of new literature can be just as wonky as new technology.
10. Sky Burial by Xinran Xue: Give Anne-Sophie Mutter an eensey weensey violin for the score playing in your head while you read.
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